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Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Tell me you see that.

I see it.

She's alive. She's alive.

We're almost there, baby. We're almost there.

42 cars left key west.

Monitors report the teams are all still in Jupiter.

Phones will ring in 37 minutes.

Ground reports no traffic, little police presence on the highway.

Mrs. Patrakas was last in. She was given the package.

It's a very, very good day for driving, sir.

Right now... all systems are go.

Thank you.

Oh, well, he is just a little lambkin, isn't he?

Thank you. That's Sammy.

Just adorable.

Darling, you mind if I give you a little free advice?

While Florida is technically the south, I'd cover that up if I were you.

Some folks might not understand.

Sorry.

I'm not saying kill anyone.

Well, what are you saying?

I'm saying a few flat tires, a couple clogged gas tanks, and, yeah,

a snipped brake line or two. It'll thin the herd a bit.

I don't know, I just think when you resort to those sort of tactics,

they can turn around and bite you.

That's why we bite first... and we bite hard.

-What? -I brought food.

The race phone, has it rung yet?

Um...

No.

-Are you okay? -Huh? Yeah. Fine.

-Have you slept? -No.

Noisy place. There's thin walls. The screaming keep you up, too?

-Screaming? -Maybe I imagined it.

Tully, you need to get some rest.

The second that phone rings we're gonna be back on the road.

Right. Okay.

The flash drive, can you give it to me? I got a hold of a computer.

-I should try to decrypt it. -Um, yeah.

No, I think I'm gonna hang on to that for awhile.

-I think I'm gonna hand it over to the cops. -What?

You do that and they will kill your wife.

Right.

Okay. That's a bad idea then.

Let's try this again.

I heat that up for you one more time,

you're just gonna float right out of here.

Yeah, I've probably had enough.

What you need is a cup of courage.

What? Who are you?

Somebody who's here to tell you that it is way too early

in this game for you to go all wobbly.

I don't mean to wobble.

It's just...

what they're asking me to do...

isn't there some other way?

I've never used a gun before I... I don't know if I even can.

Plus... it just seems...

you know... morally wrong.

Is it morally wrong for a lioness to protect her cub?

Anything you do any action you take...

it's all for that little lambkin.

Remember that.

But I don't even know this girl.

She's never done anything to me.

Well, she's doing something to you now, darling.

She's beating you.

If she's still in that car when they reach the next checkpoint...

you'll be the one who's eliminated.

You have a great day now.

Hey. Come on. Up, up.

We're not done yet.

I don't get any sleep, you sure as hell don't.

-Alex, you are asleep. -No, I'm not.

I haven't slept since Nebraska.

And I won't sleep until I find you.

Where's my wife?

I don't know.

But you're never gonna find her.

Not like this. Not if they do have her.

What do you mean "if"? And who are "they"?

The people you don't want to meet.

-People you never will meet. -Wrong answer.

You're gonna take me to them.

You want your wife back? It's simple.

Win the race. There's no other way.

-Wrong again. -

Alex, don't kill him.

What if somebody saw you go back to the gas station last night and bring him here?

No one saw me.

If you kill him, they might kill me.

That was her, right? Your, uh, your partner.

When you went to the door, I recognized her voice.

Why don't you ask her where your wife is.

What do you mean?

Well, how much do you know about her anyway?

Other than that she figured you were her best shot at the 32 million.

You're saying she's involved in this?

-I'm saying she's not in the race, I can tell you that much. -You're lying.

You got that flash drive she took from me? Check it out.

-She says it's encrypted. -

God, she said that?

-What else did she tell you? -That the finish line's on it.

Nice. That's real good.

Giving you a good reason to keep her around.

But she's playing you, pal.

Just like she played me back in Key West.

Now, does she have anything to do with your wife's disappearance, who knows?

But if you think she wants you to find her at any other place than the finish line,

you're a fool.

I changed my mind.

-You can sleep now. -

So don't get me wrong, because I'm totally digging the whole new,

you know, spontaneous John Trimble: Dad of adventure thing, but...

I mean, dad, can we really afford to stay in this place?

Well, think of it as an investment, pumpkin.

Better rested we are, better we do in the next leg.

Okay. I can buy that.

And you only live once, right?

Right.

Some people turn adversity into opportunity.

I am not one of those people.

I'm so sorry, John.

I wish I had better news for you.

Me, too.

So...

how long?

A year.

Maybe less.

I should have stayed in medicine.

My father wanted me to study in medicine.

I chose astrophysics.

I had this dream that one day I'd get to...

guess I've never really been comfortable in this world.

But now...

I'm not ready to leave it.

Dad, I said are you ready to leave? It's time.

Yeah.

"Kennedy killed in '73", and there's a clock running backwards.

Let's get the car packed, I'll strike the tent.

-We'll figure it out on the road. -Okay.

I just don't think it's fair that they're history questions.

I mean, which Kennedy? The one that was President?

Uh, no, JFK was killed in '63, honey.

What's going on?

Secret illegal cross-country road race is my understanding.

-The call came? -Few minutes ago.

You have one new message.

Rob-o! Baker here, man.

Look, I don't know what you are doing, but you better get your ass back at base.

Man, they keep asking me where the hell you are.

Now word is you just need to packed bag again.

Message deleted.

See if you can make any sense out of that, partner.

-Are you okay? -Oh, yeah. I feel great.

You can do this. Talk it out, I'll help.

I can't believe you know what this is and you won't tell me.

Baby, I can't strike it with you in it.

I'm coming.

No. Nobody loves you.

Except me.

So there's gonna be some landmark possibly.

Why can't they just tell us where to go and let us get on with it?

Hey you forget the words. You see those numbers?

It's military time. That's a countdown to something.

-Hand me my cell phone. -Why? I mean, what for?

What for?

Because I'm gonna call a guy that can help us out.

Can't you get in trouble for that?

Honey, he's not even army. He's air force.

No one's gonna know. Now, come on. Give me my phone.

Okay. I just don't want you to get in trouble.

-Thank you. -

Where are we going?

Yeah, we can't keep driving aimlessly like this.

-Maybe we should pull off the highway. -What?

No! That is a bad idea.

Let's do this on the move, okay? We're in a race.

How is stopping gonna help us?

You ever heard of the story of the tortoise and the hare? Better to be smart than fast.

Actually, the rabbit was the one that pulled off to take a nap and that's why he didn't win.

-And what if we need to be going the other way? -Uh-huh.

Okay, it's a cross-country race.

You have to go north to get out of Florida,

and north is where the rest of the country is,

so we can't cross it until we get there.

- -Next exit one mile.

Hare my ass.

It's Wendy Patrakas.

Mrs. Patrakas, you're not supposed to call here.

Oh, I know, but I'm calling on the phone that you gave me.

You said Richard wouldn't be able to trace it.

I'll pay for the charge, I swear.

-How's Sam? -Sam's fine. Just fine.

I just... I really need to talk to him.

I want him to hear my voice.

It's important.

Please.

All right. Okay.

I'm putting the phone to his ear.

Hi, Sam.

Hi, baby. It's mommy.

I know that you can't understand, but...

but mommy loves you.

Mommy loves you very much.

If something happens, just...

just know that...

-I love you, Sam. -

Well? What's the trouble?

I'm just seeing this now. Give me a second.

Oh, don't tell me that's encrypted, too.

-It's in a secret code only you can understand? -What?

You know, like the flash drive you stole in Key West,

the one with the finish line on it.

Hey, I know.

Why don't we open it and just go there?

We don't have to monkey with that clue.

No more bothering with check points. You got your computer there.

Yeah, I told you it's not as simple as just opening it.

-Because it's encrypted. -Right.

In fact, you don't even know that the finish line's even on it.

-I told you, I'm guessing. -No, you're lying.

-What? -The finish line isn't on that drive and you know it.

You just said it was so I wouldn't toss you out.

Something to make you a little more valuable to me as a partner.

-Alex... -You're not even in this race, are you, Corinna?

-I am if you say I am. -Who are you really?

I'm just someone hoping to find answers at the finish line, like you.

Not like me.

I was forced into this. You found your way in.

-By finding you. -What's really on that drive?

Something more valuable than the finish line, information.

What kind of information?

Well, for one thing, vital stats on all the other racers.

The other competition, where they're from,

what they're driving, strengths, weaknesses...

and in your case, there was a footnote that said your wife was missing.

You said you didn't know that when you picked me.

I know, but I did. It's why I picked you.

That's why you're getting out.

Uh-huh.

-I thank you, Carl. I owe you. 'Bye, buddy. -

We're going to Cape Canaveral.

Cape Canaveral? What's that have to do with Kennedy in '73?

Well, before it was Canaveral, it was Cape Kennedy.

They changed it back to Canaveral in '73.

-Killed the Kennedy name. -Oh.

Also, you know those numbers? Yeah, it's a countdown.

So it's going up this morning.

And your friend didn't say anything about other stuff?

No. Like what?

I don't know. Military things, or your unit.

Honey, he's air force, not army.

- -He doesn't know anything more about army units than you do.

-Dad, you okay? -I'm fine, honey.

-Well, you're sweating. -It's Florida. It's warm.

Yeah, but we've got the air conditioner cranked.

Okay. Don't panic.

I think we're being followed.

What, them?

They've been back there since the hotel.

They look like hoodlums.

Yeah, dad, in a road company version of west side story, maybe.

They could be stalking us, waiting to run us off the road.

I don't know polo shirt guy doesn't really look the vehicular homicide type.

He's cute, though.

Cape Canaveral, 30 miles.

This has got to be it. Kennedy space center.

What do you want to bet this countdown's a shuttle launch?

I told you pencil-neck would have it all figured out.

Dad, what are you doing?

I'm gonna lose these two.

-I think he's trying to shake us. -What are you doing?

Okay, Dad?

Dad?

Uh, Dad?

Okay, Dad, you're starting to freak me out a little bit.

You see that? He wants to race, man.

Forget it. Don't race him.

Don't race him, man? We are racing him, homes, it is a race.

I just mean we don't need him. We know where we're going. Forget about him.

-Dad, do you want to die? -No, sweetheart. I don't.

Okay, enough! You made your point, whatever it is.

No, man, I want to see what this guy's made of.

Daddy!

Okay... we're okay.

-No, Tully, please don't do this... - I'm doing it.

-No, Alex, I can explain. -You don't need to explain.

-I get it. -No, you don't!

You were looking for a partner, for a way in,

and you thought you found yourself a chump desperate enough to win you $32 million...

-It's not like that. -I'd take you to the cops,

but I can't even do that,

because if it turns out these people do have Kathryn,

they'll kill her, so I have to stay in this thing.

But don't worry, you won't be lonely... he's getting out here, too.

Oh, my God. You can't leave me here.

I didn't feel like waiting around for a phone to ring last night,

so I drove back to the gas station, and he was still there.

I guess your average traveler tends to avoid moaning men in public restrooms...

Okay, all right, I know there's a Kennedy Compound in Florida.

It's near here... West Palm, I think.

That's behind us.

Oh! Well, this clock is running backwards.

Maybe that means we're supposed to be running backwards?

Brother...

Need any help?

- -You're left?

So, how'd you manage to get stranded out here?

Didn't see a car.

I, um... pulled over to look at the trees and...

forgot out where I parked. Left you, did she?

Excuse me?

Son, you're not the first man to piss off a woman

and end stranded at the side of the road.

That's why I always take my keys with me when I get out.

-Well, good advice. Won't make that mistake again. -Mm-hmm.

-So you're in it, right? -Hmm?

I saw you at the hotel in Key West.

Didn't you have a baby?

-Recently. -No, with you.

I saw you with one of those sling things.

Oh... yeah, I mean...

Sam's fine.

So you, like, up to something?

-What do you mean? -Well, I mean,

we get a flat tire and you pull over... I mean, we are in a race.

Isn't his good that this happened to us?

I guess you could look at it like that, but, um...

really, it's... it's just about karma and, uh...

for me to pull over and help, even though it doesn't benefit me,

it, uh, it brings me good karma.

-You're not helping. -Right.

Hey, Ivy, you want to give us a hand here, please?

What the hell?

Does that look like a bullet hole?

I'm so sorry. I'll pay for it.

You'll pay for it, but you're robbing us?

What? Oh, no, I... I'm not a thief, um...

I think I'm something worse.

You know, uh, I'm not really supposed to do this,

but I might have something in the back could help you with your troubles.

Get you out of hot water. I'll give you a great deal.

I appreciate the offer, but I'd hate for your act of kindness to get you into any trouble.

Oh, it's no trouble. Stuff always has a way of getting lost along the way.

-Funny, huh? - Yeah.

Oh, I think this is my stop.

She didn't get too far, did she?

A short ride would've been a long walk, thank you.

-You take care. -Yeah.

All right.

This isn't a game you'll like!

Okay, what the hell is going on?

They're making me do this. They said I have to eliminate you.

-Me? -I'm so sorry.

But you two can go.

-Oh... -Are you crazy, bitch?

Keep walking!

That's far enough.

-You're making a big mistake. -Just turn around.

Look, we can deal, okay? You want in the race? That can still happ...

You think I care about the race? Turn around!

What do you care about, Corinna? Huh?

He works for the people that have your wife.

-What do you care what happens to him? -I don't.

But you just said you don't care about the race.

So, what the hell are you doing?

What we should've done back at that gas station,

make sure he can never follow us.

No! There is no "us" and you know it.

So, what the hell is going on? Why are you trying to kill this guy?

Because he works for them, and if this is as close as I'm gonna get,

at least that's something.

What the hell are you talking about?

I keep trying to tell you: we're the same.

You're not the only person they took someone from.

At least you have a chance to get your wife back. My parents are dead!

They took your parents...

No.

They took me.

What?

27 years ago, my parents were in this race.

They never made it to a finish line.

I know because I was standing on the other side.

I watched them die trying to get to me.

Okay... let's talk.

Clock's still counting down. Looks like we got twenty seven minutes to spare.

There wasn't one of those light things in the parking lot,

so where the hell's the finish line?

-It matches. -27 minutes... till what?

To launch? To win? To lose?

To find something... ...like a ticket.

Where are you going?

You... the guy?

The guy, indeed, Mr. Salazar.

So, what's our rank? How did we do?

-Remains to be seen. -This isn't the end?

Scarcely the beginning.

Ivy... put down the gun.

Bitch was gonna kill me.

Oh, no... it's not personal. You don't understand.

I'm not doing this for myself, I'm doing it for Sam.

And they said that if she's still in the car when it reaches the next checkpoint,

that I'm out and...

And say you're doing this for, for a guy?

A little guy.

What are you doing?

Oh, no, I just, I just want to show you, um...

did you...?

Yeah, I get it.

You have a real reason for being in this race... to win it, don't you?

I have to win.

And you were willing to shoot a stranger to do it?

Now this, ladies...

is somebody who wants to win this thing.

Do you want to make good on your penalty?

What?

Get me out of that car and recruit me to yours.

-Would that work? -Yeah! Why not?

And $32 million split two ways... is better than split three ways.

- -Whoo! Let's hit it!

What?

I think maybe I should have shot you.

Take the hoe hell of a lots.

Okay, 23 minutes left on the clock!

Oh, those thugs are here already.

Vi, you stay in the car.

Keep the doors locked and the windows closed. I'll be back.

No way. I'm going with you.

-Vi... -Dad, are we partners or not?

Stay close. This could be dangerous.

Okay.

-Okay, the flash drive, give it to me. -Don't do it.

-Shut up. -It has information on it about the race,

-not just the racers, but the people behind the race. -Shut up!

The people who control it, the sponsors.

Give to me or I do you, and I just take it off your body anyway.

He's bluffing.

He can't shoot you. He won't.

Someone wants you in this race. Someone he works for.

You're their property just like that flash drive. That's why he won't touch you.

You could walk right out that door. He won't do anything.

-She's wrong. -I'm right.

Just turn around and walk out.

Kathryn's waiting for you at the finish line. Get there and get her back.

-What about you? -Forget about me.

-Just promise me you'll get them when this is over! -I'm not playing here!

No.

But I am.

She's right.

You can't shoot me, can you?

I could just walk away.

Or I could walk right up on that barrel.

There's not one thing you could do about it.

I can shoot her.

20 minutes ago I would have said, "have at it..." but now I don't think so.

You can't touch her. She's my partner.

She's going to be your dead partner.

And what are you gonna be when I get to the next checkpoint and show them what you lost?

Something bad is going to happen to you if they find out.

And they will find out... unless you let her go.

Right now.

Probably you should start walking.

Hey.

I feel better now. We should go. We have a race to win.

Yeah.

Dad, if we win this thing, then you can buy one of your own.

Let's find this finish line.

Dad!

Hey, hey, hey, check it out.

No, no, no, no. No time for that, homes.

Whatever's happening over there's only good news for us.

-Come on. -You want to go? Go.

Son of a bitch.

-Hey, what's up? -I don't know. He just passed out.

I need to get him back to the car.

-Grab his feet. I'll grab his shoulders. -Thank you.

-I got it, I got it, I got it. -I thought this was the finish line.

I explained this, Mrs. Patrakas. This was a qualifying leg.

The finish line is in Rome.

You need to be there by sunset, 6:02pm.

-That ticket will gain your admittance. -To what? What's in Rome?

-You'll find out when you get there. -How far is Rome, anyway?

Precisely 486 miles.

By sunset? Is that even possible?

I'm not sure I can do that.

You couldn't eliminate Mrs. Chitty without killing her, but you did, didn't you?

Don't underestimate yourself, Mrs. Patrakas. We don't.

Okay, enough of the yapping we need to drive.

I did not appreciate that elimination thingy.

Good luck.

I'm fine, honey.

All that driving, the heat, plus I've got a bad cold coming on.

-That's all. -Dad, are you sure?

Five-minute nap.

I'll be as good as gold.

-Thanks. -Yeah, no problem.

Come on. We're out of here.

There's something you should know.

-Don't say it, bro. -The next leg has already started.

We need to go, like, another 400 miles to Rome, Georgia.

You need to make it before dark.

Oh, no.

He says every car is gonna need one of these when they get there.

Come on, man.

Here, take this, we'll run back and get another one.

Who's going to run back?

-I wish you'd good luck, but he'd probably hit me. -Yeah, probably.

Thank you.

Those thugs are very nice boys.

-Feel stupid? - As a rule.

But I am sorry.

This whole thing was a terrible mistake.

We're going to have to withdraw. I don't know what I was thinking.

Dad, you weren't thinking.

And it's about damn time. I mean, all you ever do is think.

Maybe... you're finally ready to feel something.

It's too dangerous, honey.

We can't do this.

Don't say "can't."

How can you possibly be in a place like this and say "can't"?

Maybe I don't have a rocket ship for you yet, but...

I do have a ticket.

Well, what's it for?

I don't know.

But we're about to blast off into the unknown and find out.

God, that was so lame.

Hang on.

Vi.

Seat belt.

- -Uh, signal!

-Less than one minute. -Let's go.

Mr. Tully, your talent for lateness is undimmed.

A bit of a surprise, too. We had hopes for you.

-The clock's still ticking. -True.

I see your time wasn't wasted.

This is Corinna Wiles. She's my partner.

Anything else I need to do to make that official?

-That'll do. -Great.

Corinna? She's in. I'm out.

-Really? -Alex.

I'm not driving around the country just hoping somebody's got my wife

and I'm gonna find her at some finish line.

Either I get proof, proof they have her, proof that she's alive... or I'm done.

-Well, that's up to you. -Yes, it is.

Ms. Wiles, welcome to the race.

Rome, Georgia. After sunset, but, before dark.

Good luck... to both of you.

-Alex, let's go. -No.

Somebody wants me in this, let's see just how badly.

-It's the only power I have. -

Alex.

I'm not really supposed to do this,

but I might have something in the back could help ease your troubles.

Get you out of hot water.

Stuff always has a way of getting lost along the way. Funny, isn't it?

3, 2, 1, let's go.

I think I just figured out that clue.